So, Transperth advertising. Firstly, they need better photographers, especially when they take photos of transperth employees. The current batch have an inability to make anyone look remotely good. There is one of a chick I have seen on multpiple occasions in real life, and while not the most attractive person in the world, this woman looked 10 years older and like she'd just gotten out of bed.
This brings me to the most useless part of the transperth empire: the website.
Not only is it poorly laid-out, it has questionable functionality at best. The journey planner generally misses obvious routes, and pages take ages to load (and there was that couple of weeks where the days of change video came up every time you visited the homepage, even if you'd been there 5 minutes ago).
And if you think it can't get any worse, thinj again. Mobile web functionality is even more retarded. You can't search past the next 5 services on anything.
Thus endeth the rant and the train ride.
The trash receptacle of the damned.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Lester
Someone called Lester with silky smooth hair should release an album and call it 'Lestrous'. Or I could get long hair again and do it under an alter ego.
Also, I just found out how to make line breaks on my phone (as evidenced by the fact there is a paragraph within this blog - yes, I have enough time to kill to want to type a blog out on my phone, although the thumb cramp is already creeping in).
Right now, I'm on a train home that just left Perth. For a Saturday night it is a boring train. You know your city is boring when your weekend night trains have old people with those old-lady trolleys and those ladies don't have cats or shout occasional racist comments.
Actually, while I'm on the subject of public transport, there are number of things that are shitting me at the moment. Firstly, the amount of trains with ridiculously loud bells that sound off whenever the doors close. It hurts my ears, and that leads me to believe it is an OSH issue. I actually took earplugs for a period just before I got my license.
Next is Transperth advertising. My god, how shit is it? Ok, I like the priority seat one with the baby, but that's just funny because of the look on his face. Oh shit, may run out of characters. BRB, double post.
Also, I just found out how to make line breaks on my phone (as evidenced by the fact there is a paragraph within this blog - yes, I have enough time to kill to want to type a blog out on my phone, although the thumb cramp is already creeping in).
Right now, I'm on a train home that just left Perth. For a Saturday night it is a boring train. You know your city is boring when your weekend night trains have old people with those old-lady trolleys and those ladies don't have cats or shout occasional racist comments.
Actually, while I'm on the subject of public transport, there are number of things that are shitting me at the moment. Firstly, the amount of trains with ridiculously loud bells that sound off whenever the doors close. It hurts my ears, and that leads me to believe it is an OSH issue. I actually took earplugs for a period just before I got my license.
Next is Transperth advertising. My god, how shit is it? Ok, I like the priority seat one with the baby, but that's just funny because of the look on his face. Oh shit, may run out of characters. BRB, double post.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
What's next?
Fuck knows.
I'm finished as a student and this brings up two things:
1. I'm glad I'm fucking done.
"Good."
2. If I'm not studying, and I don't want to do film work for free, what the hell do I do for money?
"Get a job, you hippie."
Yes, that's the logical conclusion. But why the hell have I just spent 4 and a half years studying when I can't work gainfully in the industries I studied for? It's not because I wanted to kill those years living away from the real world (entirely). I want to work in film or sound. I have the skills and knowledge to do so (despite my education).
"Well you're fucked, then."
Thanks for your vote of confidence. No, seriously. What do I do next?
"I'll give you ten bucks to suck my dick."
I'm not sure I'm that desperate yet. What I really hope is that either I get enough money on Centrelink to afford living in a sharehouse, and I can find a place that's not too far from the city, or one of the few potential job opportunities that seem to be vaguely in front of me pan out (although knowing my employment history it seems unlikely).
"So you're basically no further than you were at the start of this blog?"
Yes.
I'm finished as a student and this brings up two things:
1. I'm glad I'm fucking done.
"Good."
2. If I'm not studying, and I don't want to do film work for free, what the hell do I do for money?
"Get a job, you hippie."
Yes, that's the logical conclusion. But why the hell have I just spent 4 and a half years studying when I can't work gainfully in the industries I studied for? It's not because I wanted to kill those years living away from the real world (entirely). I want to work in film or sound. I have the skills and knowledge to do so (despite my education).
"Well you're fucked, then."
Thanks for your vote of confidence. No, seriously. What do I do next?
"I'll give you ten bucks to suck my dick."
I'm not sure I'm that desperate yet. What I really hope is that either I get enough money on Centrelink to afford living in a sharehouse, and I can find a place that's not too far from the city, or one of the few potential job opportunities that seem to be vaguely in front of me pan out (although knowing my employment history it seems unlikely).
"So you're basically no further than you were at the start of this blog?"
Yes.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Stimulation
As in I need some to finish (read: start) this scriptwriting shit. I'm hoping that writing this gets me in the mood to lay down some dialogue and get some storylining on the burner.
Unfortunately, I just sat 3 hours watching College Humor videos on youtube and the previous 2 hours looking at demotivational posters (I don't see many of these things because I don't spend too much time timewasting on youtube or forums. Mainly facebook or just generally sitting and being bored by nothingness). This means that I am hungry and want to get food from the city, which I can't do if I have any hope in hell of getting something worthwhile done tonight and not making this excursion a complete waste of time.
Just a general update to warm things up.
Firstly, Energy Commission have the first gig booked since I booked us to play at my shave (and look how well that went). July 10 at the Swan Basement, so we have a little over a month to actually fucking practice. So far we haven't actually played together as a band since the shave gig in mid-March. We've recorded 3 songs, but haven't actually had a proper rehearsal.
This has come at a really good time, because I was at the point where I thought we may have been unbookable in this town for some reason. My theory on being largely ignored is the fact that we are lyrically too vulgar for our musical audience. All the bands around this town that have blatantly profane and degenerate lyrics all play either really out there music or some form of genre with the words 'death' or 'core' involved, which means there is a specific scene for their music and lyrics. Energy Commission are caught between two worlds.
At least I have this gig to look forward to. Fuck I've missed playing live. Actually, I really want to get back on live bass playing in the near future, too. Or just something where I'm able to do what I usually do and thrash around and move. I try my best behind the drums, but there's only so crazy I can go at my skill level and maintain an adequate beat. This isn't saying I don't want to play drums, because I'm having plenty of fun with that.
Next up is the impending graduation (take 2). Of course, this assumes I get this final assignment done (still at least 50 pages of script to write in -1 days plus a further 3 episodes of synopses and a marketing/development strategy, but whatever). The problem is that something is totally sapping my will to do the fucking thing. I got a scene breakdown for a whole episode done the other day so I'd know how my 1st episode was structured, and now I've got total writers block on dialog for that episode and figuring out what the structure and content for the other episode will be. I can safely say shit has just gotten real, because It's probably going to take at least a day to write a decent script and I have to write 2. This was due Friday. It's now Saturday night.
I just think that because I've been so busy doing various film projects and helping people out that I have gotten used to being a bitch and trying to please people by going out of my way. Now I don't have as much of that to do and I'm stuck doing what I'm supposed to be doing and I just fucking can't. So frustrating.
Fuck. Now I have to go home. Progress today: Fuck all. I'm hoping the lack of facebook/internets on my journey home spurs my brain into gear.
Unfortunately, I just sat 3 hours watching College Humor videos on youtube and the previous 2 hours looking at demotivational posters (I don't see many of these things because I don't spend too much time timewasting on youtube or forums. Mainly facebook or just generally sitting and being bored by nothingness). This means that I am hungry and want to get food from the city, which I can't do if I have any hope in hell of getting something worthwhile done tonight and not making this excursion a complete waste of time.
Just a general update to warm things up.
Firstly, Energy Commission have the first gig booked since I booked us to play at my shave (and look how well that went). July 10 at the Swan Basement, so we have a little over a month to actually fucking practice. So far we haven't actually played together as a band since the shave gig in mid-March. We've recorded 3 songs, but haven't actually had a proper rehearsal.
This has come at a really good time, because I was at the point where I thought we may have been unbookable in this town for some reason. My theory on being largely ignored is the fact that we are lyrically too vulgar for our musical audience. All the bands around this town that have blatantly profane and degenerate lyrics all play either really out there music or some form of genre with the words 'death' or 'core' involved, which means there is a specific scene for their music and lyrics. Energy Commission are caught between two worlds.
At least I have this gig to look forward to. Fuck I've missed playing live. Actually, I really want to get back on live bass playing in the near future, too. Or just something where I'm able to do what I usually do and thrash around and move. I try my best behind the drums, but there's only so crazy I can go at my skill level and maintain an adequate beat. This isn't saying I don't want to play drums, because I'm having plenty of fun with that.
Next up is the impending graduation (take 2). Of course, this assumes I get this final assignment done (still at least 50 pages of script to write in -1 days plus a further 3 episodes of synopses and a marketing/development strategy, but whatever). The problem is that something is totally sapping my will to do the fucking thing. I got a scene breakdown for a whole episode done the other day so I'd know how my 1st episode was structured, and now I've got total writers block on dialog for that episode and figuring out what the structure and content for the other episode will be. I can safely say shit has just gotten real, because It's probably going to take at least a day to write a decent script and I have to write 2. This was due Friday. It's now Saturday night.
I just think that because I've been so busy doing various film projects and helping people out that I have gotten used to being a bitch and trying to please people by going out of my way. Now I don't have as much of that to do and I'm stuck doing what I'm supposed to be doing and I just fucking can't. So frustrating.
Fuck. Now I have to go home. Progress today: Fuck all. I'm hoping the lack of facebook/internets on my journey home spurs my brain into gear.
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